Picture Day

Being the only black student in the classroom meant that I was noticeably different. When picture day arrived each year I wanted my hair to look like all the other girls in my class. In my young mind I’d wake up on Picture Day and magically have long flowing hair like Pocahontas in the Disney movie. But since that never happened I had to “settle” for balls and barrettes my mom put in my hair and awkwardly smile and embrace my uniqueness. It wasn’t until much later that I realized my mom styling my hair in that way wasn’t settling, it was a celebration. A celebration of my culture and the amazingly endless styles that could be created. Now whenever I take pictures I smile with confidence and pride knowing that it’s a celebration no matter how my hair is styled. Thank you mom for always staying true to the culture!